Michigan spoon

Thick blankets tossed on my bed.
Soft sheets untangled by your legs
and my hand holding your breast.

The early dark room
with a slight draft from the frozen window.
Your music surrounds our bodies.
While I rub myself into your ass.
Until we both drift away.

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